(Enter Leafy Jane and John Quincy Adams, the latter dragging a small log of wood.)
Mrs. G. (looking up). Where yer be’n all the arternoon?
J. Q. A. Ben to the wharf, chippin’.
L. J. (lisping). Yeth, we chipped and got our bathkeths full, and the thkipperth (skipper’s) boy, he thed, ‘There, take a log’—and we took one.
Capt. G. The skipper’s boy!—who’s he?
J. Q. A. He’s the skipper’s son.
Capt. G. What skipper’s son?
J. Q. A. Why! the captain of the Betsey Ludgitt. He’s down there to the wharf, unloadin’ his wood. And his boy, he’s real hunkey! He give me all these butnuts (shows them) and this gum,—see this gum,—real spruce gum!—none o’ your Burgundy pitch and candle-grease, such as you buy to the store.
Mrs. G. Gum! Then I s’pose you’ll go to chawin’ agin!
J. Q. A. I’ll bet I will. Its rippin’ good! (Chews.)